Bob looked across at me and said “Do you think he’s suffered enough yet? You can jump out anytime you want!”“Fuck him; he made the bet without...consulting me. So to keep my husband’s honour I owe you one blow job in your house!”“You’re really gonna do it?” asked Bob startled somewhat“Hell yes! Who knows I may even enjoy it!”The drive to Bobs was extremely erotic. The muscle car engine was throbbing through the interior of the car, every thrust and throb stimulating my naked pussy. I. His hands were still on the arms of the chair, but he was moving at least I felt his body moving against my ass. I heard his breathing get louder and faster the more I sat and rubbed against him. I heard him moan, Take your top off and lean back against me. It was weird because he couldnt see my front, but he wanted my top off, so I did. After all, he said he paid for me to dance. With me leaning back, he could see me over my shoulder. I could feel his silk shirt against my back and his hot. We were in the AC compartment that had lockable doors. Until a few minutes before departure, we were alone in that compartment so we were eagerly looking forward to fucking on the train that night.But, just before the train left, two good-looking guys in their thirties walked in and introduced themselves as Ravi and Ajay. They were going to be in the same cabin so that dashed my hopes of fucking mom that night. Or so I thought. An hour or so after leaving, we found out that Ravi and Ajay were. And again. My puss was already bright red, but he smacked it five or six more times, making me test the bonds, but I was going nowhere. Then he wrapped his arms around my thighs and dove tongue first into my vagina. It felt awkward, my hips were already thrust so far forward. He seemed to like that quite a bit, though. He kept at it until he had me arching up above the couch instead of sitting on it.He wiped his face on a small towel while I descended, then slipped that towel underneath me. Not.